[action] The Frozen Depths of Hell!

[evildoorstop]

[Murray has found himself outside a lot lately, in the cold and the snow, but now it's time to take advantage of it. He is currently sitting on top of the fountain, soaked and icy. He has some little icicles forming in his eye sockets and at the back of his skull. Despite his icy situation, he seems diabolically cheery, calling out to random people passing by.]

Beware my frozen sockets of doom! This land will be smothered in the winters of death! Beware! Turn back! Turn back! Before the frozen depths of hell envelop you! [And other such threatening comments.]

Comments

[immamartillo]

Somebody chose an anchor over you?

[ He fails to fully stifle a chuckle. ]

[evildoorstop]

Clearly too frightened to take me. [He sounds disgruntled.]

[immamartillo]

Obviously. Nothin' to do with the fact that havin' a skull lyin' around is sorta useless.

[evildoorstop]

Useless? I'm more useful than you could ever imagine! [He sounds angry, but there's a definite tone of sulkiness as well.]

[immamartillo]

[ If Firo was a little nicer and less foolish, he might feel sorry for him. As it is, he's having too much fun mocking the skull. ]

I'm sure you could make a good blunt weapon or somethin'.

[evildoorstop]

Why don't we test it and you pick me up? [His teeth seems to clack a little more than normal.]

[immamartillo]

...I'm not sure how clean you are.

[evildoorstop]

You'd just be a waste of time anyway. [Muttered.]

[immamartillo]

[ He frowns. Whatever it was, he didn't hear, but it didn't sound very nice. ]

What was that?

[evildoorstop]

Now he stops paying attention. Well maybe I just won't talk to you anymore. [Definitely sulky and giving off the impression of turning his back, if he was capable of moving.]

[immamartillo]

You're the one who's mutterin' to yourself!

[evildoorstop]

Not talking. Can't hear you. How did that go. Da da da. La na na...

[immamartillo]

Well, fine. It's not like you're the greatest partner for conversation anyway!

[evildoorstop]

Good! [Even if that doesn't entirely make sense.]

[immamartillo]

Yeah, it is! Have fun freezin' out here by yourself.

[ With one final scowl he goes to leave. ]

1/?

[evildoorstop]

I didn't need you anyway.

2/?

[evildoorstop]

The dead can't freeze. Or mighty demonic forces.

3/? Screwed up and had to edit.

[evildoorstop]

I'll just keep sitting here. I'm happy here. On my own.

4 and done. He's such a whiner sometimes.

[evildoorstop]

Maybe I can scare a snowflake.
Or spit snow at people.
Make a snow sculpture. With my teeth.

He's hilarious, though XD And sorry, I used the wrong icon

[immamartillo]

[ Firo takes a few more steps, but then stops, against his better judgement. Sighing, he turns around to face Murray again. ]

...Can you even spit snow? You don't have any lips.

[ But he's still talking without a tongue... ]

1/2 I did too! So even xD

[evildoorstop]

[Murray ignores at first, still caught up in his own 'plans'. Then pausing to think on the whole spitting aspect.]

2/2

[evildoorstop]

I might. If given a good target. Maybe you'd like to volunteer.

[immamartillo]

...I ain't that nice. Why don'cha use a wall or somethin'?

[evildoorstop]

Walls don't make any noise! Or hurt. Or get cold. Where's the fun in that?

I'm so sorry, I lost the notif for this one

[immamartillo]

It'd be no fun for me either way.

[ He glances around, hoping that someone else will come by and distract Murray. ]

Look, why don'cha just... hide in a bush and jump out at people walkin' by r somethin'?